Page 40 of Possessing Paisley

“You need more? More of Daddy’s dick? You need me to fuck your pretty little cunt and make you come again?”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” I whine.

He smacks one of my ass cheeks. “Say, please.”

Oh, this asshole. I turn to glare at him, and he’s fucking smirking at me, so proud of himself. If I weren’t so needy right now, I’d probably tell him to get lost, but he does something to me that brings me to my knees for him.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me hard.”

His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare. Now I’m the one who’s pleased with myself. I unleashed the beast.

“Such a good fucking girl. You were made for me, Little demon. Fucking made for me,” he says as he starts thrusting.

“You were made for me.”Each time it replays in my mind, I climb higher and higher until every muscle in my body tenses, and I scream out as my climax hits.

Kieran starts pumping harder and faster, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own orgasm. His cock pulses inside me. He lets out a string of words in Gaelic before he leans down and presses a kiss to the middle of my back.

“Mine,” he murmurs.

I collapse onto the mattress, my entire body humming. Even if it’s only for a little while. I’m his.

15

KIERAN

Usually by this point, my skin would be crawling with the need to get away from whomever I’d just fucked. It was never anything personal. Only my own hang-ups about women and relationships. Maybe I’ve been bitter all this time. Until now.

Having Paisley wrapped in my arms, snuggled against my chest, her index finger tracing the lines of my tattoos? It’s pure bliss. I never want to let her go. Having her here quiets the demons inside me. All I feel right now is peace.

After I got her cleaned up and poured us each a glass of wine, I handed her the TV remote and told her to choose a movie. It didn’t matter what she picked. I haven’t watched any of it because I’m too focused on her. The dimple that appears on the right side of her face when she laughs. Her dark irises, that from a distance appear almost black but when you look really closely, have tiny flecks of gold in them, sparkling like perfect diamonds.

I’ve known this woman for nearly two months, and we’ve spent that entire time arguing. Now I’m wondering if the entire time I was falling in love with her bit by bit. For the rest of mylife, I want to spend every night just like this, with Paisley in my arms.

My throat tightens at the realization. I’m in love with Paisley.

She lets out a soft sigh, the heat of her breath grazing my skin.

“Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“I don’t want to take a nap.”

The corners of my lips twitch, and I start stroking her head. “Are you always going to oppose everything I say?”

She shakes with silent laughter. “Probably.”

“Brat.”

She tenses, then tips her head back to pin me with her dark brown eyes, something shining inside them as she quietly asks, “But I’m your brat, right?”

Is she worried? Does she think I wasn’t being serious this morning when I told her we were a thing? Maybe I didn’t make it clear enough. Whatever the issue, I’m going to fix it right fucking now.

“You’re my brat, Paisley. My woman. My baby girl. Mine. Call us whatever you want, but you belong to me, and I belong to you.”

She studies my face for a few seconds, tears pooling. My heart cracks right down the center as I watch the sadness overcome her. Why does she look so torn? My girl should never have a reason to be sad.

“What’s wrong, baby girl? Talk to Daddy.”

Shaking her head, she sniffs and dashes the first falling tear away. “Sorry. I’m being ridiculous. I’m fine.”

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